Mahila Police Thana, once a beacon of safety and justice for women, now lay ravaged by the devastating blast. The explosion had ripped through the station, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. 

 The exterior walls, painted a soothing shade of cream colour, were now cracked and scarred, bearing witness to the ferocity of the blast. Shattered glass from broken windows littered the ground, reflecting the chaos within.

 Twisted metal frames hung limply, like skeletal fingers, while the thana's entrance, once a proud gateway, now hung crookedly from hinges. Inside, the station's interior was a mess of twisted metal, broken furniture, and debris. 

Burn marks marred the walls, and the acrid smell of smoke hung heavy in the air, choking the senses. The usually spotless floors were now covered in dust, shattered glass, and splintered wood. The central hall, once bustling with activity, was now a scene of utter devastation.

 The reception desk, where countless women had sought help and solace, lay shattered, its wooden surface cracked and splintered. Chairs were overturned, their metal legs twisted like pretzels. 

 The investigative rooms, where officers had tirelessly worked to bring justice to victims, were now dimly lit, their fluorescent lights shattered or disabled. The usually tidy offices were now cluttered with rubble, papers scattered everywhere. 

 The walls, adorned with motivational posters and awareness campaigns, now hung in tatters, their messages of hope and empowerment mocking the devastation. Even the emergency response equipment, meant to save lives, lay damaged or destroyed. 

 Mira's advanced sensors scanned the area, her digital eyes processing the destruction. "Structural integrity compromised, Amar sir. Recommend caution." Amar nodded grimly, surveying the destruction.

 "This was no ordinary blast. Whoever did this wanted to send a message." The usually resilient atmosphere of the Mahila Police Thana had been shattered, leaving only a haunting reminder of the violence and destruction that had occurred. 

Badnam and Iqbaal, two men in their 30s, stood outside their small dhaba, its sign creaking in the wind. The eatery, once bustling with police officers and locals, now lay scarred, a testament to the devastating blast. 

 As Amar and Mira approached, Badnam's rugged face crumpled, and Iqbaal's eyes welled up. Tears rolled down their cheeks, memories of that fateful day still raw. "Amar sir...Mira ma'am..." Badnam's voice cracked, his thick beard trembling. Iqbaal's broad shoulders shook as he sobbed. "We thought we'd lost everyone...our second family." 

Amar's expression softened, his eyes reflecting their pain. "Hum yaha tehkikaat karne aaye hai. We'll find those responsible."

Mira's digital eyes shone with empathy. "We'll ensure justice is served." Badnam wiped his tears with a worn sleeve. "That day...we saw everything. The blast, the flames, the screams...Our dhaba, our livelihood, destroyed."

"KARISHMA MADDAM, MADDAM SIR, BILLU, CHEETAH PUSHPA JI HOW ARE THEY WE DONT EVEN KNOW THEY SURVIVED OR NOT." Banam asked 

Amar hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. He wanted to keep Pushpa, Karishma, Billu, and Cheetah's conditions private until they were out of danger. But Badnam and Iqbaal's concern was genuine

 "Karishma, Amma, Haseena ji. Billu, Cheetah...they're receiving the best care," Amar said finally, choosing his words carefully.Badnam's eyes pleaded for more information. "Are they...alive?"Amar nodded slowly. 

"They are. But I must stress, their safety depends on discretion. We can't risk exposing them."Iqbaal's face lit up with hope. "Alhamdulillah! We won't breathe a word."Badnam grasped Amar's arm. "We understand, Amar sir. But please, keep us updated.

"Amar's expression softened. "I will, brothers. You've been through enough."Mira's digital display flickered, monitoring the surroundings. "Amar sir, we should proceed with caution.

As they walked away, Badnam whispered to Iqbaal, "We owe Amar sir our lives. We'll do whatever it takes to help." Iqbaal nodded resolutely. "We'll protect Karishma madam, maddam sir, pushpaji Billu, and Cheetah with our lives." 

"Mujhe Karishma maddam ke thappad ki bohut yaad aati hai iqbaal. unke muh se humari chai ko zehar sunne ke liye kaan taras gye hai mere." Badnam hugged iqbaal.

''''''

Anubhav's voice cracked as he spoke, his eyes brimming with emotion."Behna, it's enough. Open your eyes. Amar told me how much you missed me when I was on mission, but now that I'm right in front of you, you're sleeping, ignoring me?" 

 Karishma's eyelids fluttered, and she weakly smiled. Anubhav's face contorted in anguish. "Hum jaante hai aap humse naraz hai. Kyunki hum aapko sabse pehle milne nhi aaye. Par kyaa karte hum karu, apni behna ko jinhe humne apni santaan jese pala hai hum unhe aese nhi dekh sakte the. Humme shama kar dijiye aur uth jaiye naa ."

 Karishma's hand trembled as she reached for Anubhav's. "Anu...bhaiya..." her voice barely above a whisper. Anubhav grasped her hand, tears streaming down his face. "Behna, I'm here. I won't leave your side."

"Hum waada karte hai aapse aapko abb kabhi bhaiya kehne se nhi rokenge hum..."

"Kabhi aapko chhod kar nhi jayenge hum dubara aap bus uth jaiyee naa!" Anubhav kissed her forehead. "Humme apna bhuakaal dikhaiye karishma singh, humara adesh hai aapko." His voice trembled.

"Aapka shishu yeh nhi chahega na ki aap unki wajah se aese toot jaaye! Woh toh chaa rha hogaki unki maa unhe insaaf dilwaye! Humare liye nhi toh apne Bacche ke liye uth jaiye!" Anubhav held her hand tight.

Soon her life support machine started beeping, anubhav called the doctor and they revealed she'll come back to senses soon.

As Karishma's eyelids gradually lifted, her gaze faltered, struggling to adjust to the warm sunlight streaming through the hospital window, before finally settling on Anubhav's face, etched with tears of relief and exhaustion.  

Anubhav swiftly got up and adjusted the curtains, filtering the sunlight to a gentle glow. "Better, behna?" he asked, concern etched on his face, his voice laced with relief. Karishma nodded weakly, her gaze drifting back to Anubhav's tear-stained face.

 His eyes, red-rimmed from lack of sleep, sparkled with unshed tears. "Paanii..." she whispered, her dry lips cracking. Anubhav quickly grabbed a glass of water from the bedside table and helped Karishma take a sip. 

As she sipped, he supported her head, his hand cradling her neck.As the cool liquid soothed her parched throat, Karishma's eyes never left Anubhav's face. Gratitude and love shone in them, mingling with the lingering fear. 

"Thank you, bhaiya..." she whispered, her voice still frail, barely above a whisper.Anubhav smiled, relief washing over him, easing the tension in his shoulders. "hum humesha hai tumhre saath, behna. Always," he said, his voice trembling, cracking with emotion. 

Karishma's gaze drifted around the hospital room, taking in the monitors and IV lines. The beeping machines and antiseptic smell overwhelmed her senses ."kyaa huaa?" she asked, confusion creeping into her voice, her brow furrowing.Anubhav hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. 

The memories of that fateful day still haunted him. "Later, behna," he said gently. "First, rest. Recover."  Karishma's eyes narrowed, determination flashing in them."Tell me, bhaiya," she insisted, her voice growing stronger. Anubhav sighed, knowing he couldn't avoid the truth forever.